Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in a while, I've been kinda busy for the past few weeks. Lately my friend has joined (Nightstalker_810) hope you make him feel welcome, hehehe. Anyway, give him a bit of time and he'll do well. On with the story.
Chapter 3
The interrogation room was featureless, the walls, floor and ceiling were all white. He was sitting at a metal table in a metal chair; there was another metal chair on the other side of the table, which was undoubtedly for his interrogator. Thomas Anderson sat quietly, knowing perfectly well why he was here, trying to think of something to his defence.
Quietly the door opened and three robed figures walked in. One of them sat in front of him with a folder full of sheets of paper. The figure, who looked obviously the leader of the group, dumped the heavy folder on the table and opened it. All Thomas could glimpse was the sentence 'Confidential government information compromised.' And he whinced, finally being hit by the severity of the situation. The leader closed the folder. And said "As you can see, We've had our eye on you for quite some time Mr Anderson." Thomas nodded grimly. "It seems that you have been living two lives. In one life, you are Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you help your land lady carry out her garbage." The robed man looked at him meaningfully. " The other life is lived in computers. Where you go by the hacker alias 'Harry Potter'." This name he seemed to spit out, as if it was something he'd rather not say. "And are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for. One of these lives has a future Mr Anderson." Said the robed man with a sigh. "And one of them does not." He abruptly closed the heavy folder, sighed and leaned forward. "Now, I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr Anderson. You're here because we need your help." The man eyed Thomas for a few seconds, trying to find how he'd react, but he didn't move, he kept staring at him. "We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a man who calls himself 'Dumbledore'." Still, no reaction. "Now, whatever you think you know about this man is irrelavant. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive." Now a reaction, a glint in the eye, an easining in his face, Lucious may yet win this battle. "My colleagues believe I am wasting my time with you, but I believe that you wish to do the right thing. We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start, and all that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice."
A minutes silence, Lucious was quite sure he had won. Thomas let out a sigh, and spoke. "Yeah, wow, that sounds like a really good deal." He leaned back, sure now of what he was going to say, and how to win this match. "But I think I got a better one. How about, I give you the finger." Thomas then proceeded to brandish his middle finger at the three robed figures. "And you give me my phone call." A sigh of acknowledgement left Lucious's lips. "You dissapoint me, Mr Anderson." "You Can't scare me with this Gestapo crap." Interrupted Thomas. "I know my rights. I want my phone call." At this, Lucious pulled a small stick from his robes, pointed it at Thomas, muttered something under his breath and put the stick back. "Tell me Mr Anderson, what good is a phone call, if you're unable to speak?" At this, Thomas went speak, but he found he couldn't open his mouth, and when he put his to his mouth, he found that his lips were missing completely!
At this he got out of his chair, as two robed men approached him. He tried to keep them at bay, but they were much stronger than he was. Lucious stood up and took a briefcase off the ground, opened at it and laid it on the table. "You're going to help us, Mr Anderson. Wether you want to or not." The two men threw the speachless Thomas onto the table. Lucious opened the suitcase. "Vincent, Gregory, hold him." From the breifcase, Lucious pulled a small metalic thing, in the shape of a rain drop. He again pulled out the stick, and tapped the rain drop in it. Suddenly, with a bright flash it came alive, a small insect spindly with legs longer than a mans arms. Thomas tried to scream as Vincent ripped his shirt open, but his mouth wouldn't allow it. Lucious dropped the spindly creature onto Thomas's chest. With a quick movement of it's legs , it made it's way to Thomas's belly and spread it open. As thomas felt a hard burning pain, it began to pass through his belly.
Suddenly, Thomas awoke. Screaming in terror. It took several moments for him to realise where he was, back home, in his bed. It was all just a dream, a terrible dream. He looked at his bedside clock, four minutes to five. He lay back down, then the phone rang. He picked it up, and before he could say anything, someone else spoke, and it was the same voice from before. "This line is tapped, so I must be brief. They got to you first, but they've underestimated how important you are. If they knew what I know, You would probably be dead." He said this in a tone so empty of emotion, it surprised Thomas. "What are you talking about" He said, still believing the previous events were a dream. "W-what is happeniing to me?" "You are the one, Harry Potter, You may have spent the last two years searching for me, but I have spent the last ten, searching for you. Now, do you still want to meet?" Thomas, with grin determination replied "Yes." "Then go to the Adam Street Bridge." Before Thomas could say anything, Dumbledore hung up. He quickly put on a coat, and walked out the door, some thing, deep inside him, told Thomas that he was never going to see his humble home, again.
It was a cold, wet night, the rain was falling harder than he had ever remembered it to. Though, standing under the bridge was comparativel dry. Seemingly seconds after he arrived, a long car puuled up beside him, the door opend and Hermione sitting in side leaned over and whispered "Get in". Thomas got in and was making himself comfortable, when the woman sitting in front of him turned around, and pointed another stick at him, knowing full well what those things can do, he put his hands up and whispered to Hermione "What the hell is this?" Hermione spoke in saddened whisper. "It's necessary, Harry. For our protection." "From what?" "From you." Thomas was insulted by the idea that they thought he would attack them, but before he could say anything, Hermione said. "Take off your shirt." Now things were starting to get weird. "What?" The woman in front of him, turned to the sandy haired driver and said "Stop the car!" After the car came to a grinding halt, she turned back to Thomas. She had shortly cropped bleached blonde hair, though, it didn't really suit her dark brown eyes and fair complexion. "Listen to me, copper-top. We don't have time for twenty questions. Right now there's only one rule. Our way, or the high way." Thomas looked at both Hermione and blonde-girl. "Fine." He opened the door and went to leave. But Hermione grabbed his arm. "Please Harry, you have to trust me." Thomas turned back to her, her eyes looking pleadedly into his "Why?" "Because you have been down there, Harry. You know that road. You know exactly where it ends, and I know that's not where you want to be." Thomas looked back down the road, no matter how much he denied it, she was right, with right. So, with a little hesitation, he got back in the car and Hermione gave him a rare smile. "Seamus, Lights." The driver, Seamus, switched on the inside lights. She turned back to Thomas. "Lie back, lift your shirt." With some hesitation, Thomas lifted his shirt, exposing his chest to Hermione. She, then lifted up what looked like a large pump, put another small stick into a hole and it started up. Without being able to stop himself, he asked "What is that thing?" without looking at him, Hermione replied. "We think your bugged." She put the pump on Thomas, so that a glass pipe was on his belly. A small 'screen' had appeared on her palm, she used this, as well as rotating the small stick, to track a small blimp on the 'screen'. "Try to relax" he didn't see how He could relax at a time like this, but he tried. "Come on, come on." "It's on the move!" said the bleached girl, she was watching the screen, but still had her stick pointed at Thomas. "Shit!" Hermione swore again, but Thomas looked at her in surprise, it was the first time he heard her swear. "Your going to lose it!" "No I'm not!" Thomas could feel a strange sensation in his stomach, as whatever it was, was moving around. Suddenly, Hermione made a quick rotation with a stick, and pressed a button on the pump. "Clear!" She shouted as, with a sharp pain to Thomas, a green glob was sucked out of his belly through the pipe, and landed in a small glass phial. Thomas recognised it as the small insect from what he thought to be dream, now realised it was real. "Jesus Christ, that thing is real!" he shouted as Hermione took the phial and through it out window. Ouside, in the rain, the insect solidified back into a rain drop, never to be used again.
The rest of the drive was quiet, bleached girl had now faced the front, and Hermione was looking out the window. They made it to a place called the Lafayette Hotel, and had walked to the top floor. "This is it." Said Hermione. "Let me give you one piece of advice. Be honest, he knows more than you could imagine." With that, Thomas braced himself and walked through the door.
Chapter 3
The interrogation room was featureless, the walls, floor and ceiling were all white. He was sitting at a metal table in a metal chair; there was another metal chair on the other side of the table, which was undoubtedly for his interrogator. Thomas Anderson sat quietly, knowing perfectly well why he was here, trying to think of something to his defence.
Quietly the door opened and three robed figures walked in. One of them sat in front of him with a folder full of sheets of paper. The figure, who looked obviously the leader of the group, dumped the heavy folder on the table and opened it. All Thomas could glimpse was the sentence 'Confidential government information compromised.' And he whinced, finally being hit by the severity of the situation. The leader closed the folder. And said "As you can see, We've had our eye on you for quite some time Mr Anderson." Thomas nodded grimly. "It seems that you have been living two lives. In one life, you are Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you help your land lady carry out her garbage." The robed man looked at him meaningfully. " The other life is lived in computers. Where you go by the hacker alias 'Harry Potter'." This name he seemed to spit out, as if it was something he'd rather not say. "And are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for. One of these lives has a future Mr Anderson." Said the robed man with a sigh. "And one of them does not." He abruptly closed the heavy folder, sighed and leaned forward. "Now, I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr Anderson. You're here because we need your help." The man eyed Thomas for a few seconds, trying to find how he'd react, but he didn't move, he kept staring at him. "We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a man who calls himself 'Dumbledore'." Still, no reaction. "Now, whatever you think you know about this man is irrelavant. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive." Now a reaction, a glint in the eye, an easining in his face, Lucious may yet win this battle. "My colleagues believe I am wasting my time with you, but I believe that you wish to do the right thing. We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start, and all that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice."
A minutes silence, Lucious was quite sure he had won. Thomas let out a sigh, and spoke. "Yeah, wow, that sounds like a really good deal." He leaned back, sure now of what he was going to say, and how to win this match. "But I think I got a better one. How about, I give you the finger." Thomas then proceeded to brandish his middle finger at the three robed figures. "And you give me my phone call." A sigh of acknowledgement left Lucious's lips. "You dissapoint me, Mr Anderson." "You Can't scare me with this Gestapo crap." Interrupted Thomas. "I know my rights. I want my phone call." At this, Lucious pulled a small stick from his robes, pointed it at Thomas, muttered something under his breath and put the stick back. "Tell me Mr Anderson, what good is a phone call, if you're unable to speak?" At this, Thomas went speak, but he found he couldn't open his mouth, and when he put his to his mouth, he found that his lips were missing completely!
At this he got out of his chair, as two robed men approached him. He tried to keep them at bay, but they were much stronger than he was. Lucious stood up and took a briefcase off the ground, opened at it and laid it on the table. "You're going to help us, Mr Anderson. Wether you want to or not." The two men threw the speachless Thomas onto the table. Lucious opened the suitcase. "Vincent, Gregory, hold him." From the breifcase, Lucious pulled a small metalic thing, in the shape of a rain drop. He again pulled out the stick, and tapped the rain drop in it. Suddenly, with a bright flash it came alive, a small insect spindly with legs longer than a mans arms. Thomas tried to scream as Vincent ripped his shirt open, but his mouth wouldn't allow it. Lucious dropped the spindly creature onto Thomas's chest. With a quick movement of it's legs , it made it's way to Thomas's belly and spread it open. As thomas felt a hard burning pain, it began to pass through his belly.
Suddenly, Thomas awoke. Screaming in terror. It took several moments for him to realise where he was, back home, in his bed. It was all just a dream, a terrible dream. He looked at his bedside clock, four minutes to five. He lay back down, then the phone rang. He picked it up, and before he could say anything, someone else spoke, and it was the same voice from before. "This line is tapped, so I must be brief. They got to you first, but they've underestimated how important you are. If they knew what I know, You would probably be dead." He said this in a tone so empty of emotion, it surprised Thomas. "What are you talking about" He said, still believing the previous events were a dream. "W-what is happeniing to me?" "You are the one, Harry Potter, You may have spent the last two years searching for me, but I have spent the last ten, searching for you. Now, do you still want to meet?" Thomas, with grin determination replied "Yes." "Then go to the Adam Street Bridge." Before Thomas could say anything, Dumbledore hung up. He quickly put on a coat, and walked out the door, some thing, deep inside him, told Thomas that he was never going to see his humble home, again.
It was a cold, wet night, the rain was falling harder than he had ever remembered it to. Though, standing under the bridge was comparativel dry. Seemingly seconds after he arrived, a long car puuled up beside him, the door opend and Hermione sitting in side leaned over and whispered "Get in". Thomas got in and was making himself comfortable, when the woman sitting in front of him turned around, and pointed another stick at him, knowing full well what those things can do, he put his hands up and whispered to Hermione "What the hell is this?" Hermione spoke in saddened whisper. "It's necessary, Harry. For our protection." "From what?" "From you." Thomas was insulted by the idea that they thought he would attack them, but before he could say anything, Hermione said. "Take off your shirt." Now things were starting to get weird. "What?" The woman in front of him, turned to the sandy haired driver and said "Stop the car!" After the car came to a grinding halt, she turned back to Thomas. She had shortly cropped bleached blonde hair, though, it didn't really suit her dark brown eyes and fair complexion. "Listen to me, copper-top. We don't have time for twenty questions. Right now there's only one rule. Our way, or the high way." Thomas looked at both Hermione and blonde-girl. "Fine." He opened the door and went to leave. But Hermione grabbed his arm. "Please Harry, you have to trust me." Thomas turned back to her, her eyes looking pleadedly into his "Why?" "Because you have been down there, Harry. You know that road. You know exactly where it ends, and I know that's not where you want to be." Thomas looked back down the road, no matter how much he denied it, she was right, with right. So, with a little hesitation, he got back in the car and Hermione gave him a rare smile. "Seamus, Lights." The driver, Seamus, switched on the inside lights. She turned back to Thomas. "Lie back, lift your shirt." With some hesitation, Thomas lifted his shirt, exposing his chest to Hermione. She, then lifted up what looked like a large pump, put another small stick into a hole and it started up. Without being able to stop himself, he asked "What is that thing?" without looking at him, Hermione replied. "We think your bugged." She put the pump on Thomas, so that a glass pipe was on his belly. A small 'screen' had appeared on her palm, she used this, as well as rotating the small stick, to track a small blimp on the 'screen'. "Try to relax" he didn't see how He could relax at a time like this, but he tried. "Come on, come on." "It's on the move!" said the bleached girl, she was watching the screen, but still had her stick pointed at Thomas. "Shit!" Hermione swore again, but Thomas looked at her in surprise, it was the first time he heard her swear. "Your going to lose it!" "No I'm not!" Thomas could feel a strange sensation in his stomach, as whatever it was, was moving around. Suddenly, Hermione made a quick rotation with a stick, and pressed a button on the pump. "Clear!" She shouted as, with a sharp pain to Thomas, a green glob was sucked out of his belly through the pipe, and landed in a small glass phial. Thomas recognised it as the small insect from what he thought to be dream, now realised it was real. "Jesus Christ, that thing is real!" he shouted as Hermione took the phial and through it out window. Ouside, in the rain, the insect solidified back into a rain drop, never to be used again.
The rest of the drive was quiet, bleached girl had now faced the front, and Hermione was looking out the window. They made it to a place called the Lafayette Hotel, and had walked to the top floor. "This is it." Said Hermione. "Let me give you one piece of advice. Be honest, he knows more than you could imagine." With that, Thomas braced himself and walked through the door.
